More than two thousand years ago, the Qin army led by the Ancestral Gragon had caused batch after batch of big shots to fall in this world, bringing endless fear to the people. More than two thousand years later, the great empire of the past that had been thought to have completely disappeared had once again revealed its hidden fangs, and once again caused the audience in this world to tremble.
Fear.
Su Bai remembered that a long time ago, he once attended an old professor's class in the university who taught Marxist theory. At that time, the professor asked the students to ask him questions. A slightly rebellious student asked if Marxist theory would still be a compulsory course in the university if the political system changed in the future.
The old professor was not angry. He only said very calmly that even if such a day really came, it might not be as important as it was now, but it would still be treated as a topic worthy of research.
Because these words not only represented the name of a course, but also not only represented authority. What it condensed was the epitome of the turbulent situation in the East and the West in the great era. No matter what in the future, if one wanted to thoroughly study that period of history, they would definitely not be able to avoid it.
And right now, the "Qin Wind Without Clothes" that was still circling the valley seemed to be explaining this principle.
Chen Ru did not dare to take another step forward. Xu Yunfei's face was even a little pale. Qiao Linna, who had not switched to her second personality, had already taken out her protective artifact. Even the usually carefree and heroic Yan Huihong was showing signs of becoming a quail at this moment.
It was as if these four people, at this moment, had been collectively possessed by Boss Liang.
There was nothing special about this song. It was not a mental attack, nor did it create any illusions. In fact, many large orchestras even used this song as one of their rehearsals.
But under this song, there was a concentration of the extraordinary iron blood of an empire from two thousand years ago. Under the battle song, the old Qin people swept away the six countries and fought against the darkness again. In fact, with their tenacity, even today, two thousand years later, they still continued this war.
The wreckage of the train, the tragic ending that the previous batch of listeners could clearly predict, was equivalent to soaking the notes of this song in the color of blood.
The big shots at the scene were already like this, not to mention the high-level listeners scattered around the periphery. Su Bai even saw some people choose to quickly leave when the battle song appeared.
"Heh …" Hill was very calm. "Su, when I think about how we will stand together with this group of people to face the enemy in the future, I really have no confidence at all."
"This kind of situation is inevitable in a war without faith." Su Bai shrugged. "When the broadcast created the audience, it was originally not to create a group of soldiers like the Qin soldiers, but to create a group of fugitives, a group of bandits."
"This is a very interesting analogy." Hill nodded. "Let's talk about the matter at hand first. Why are you not afraid at all?"
"You are not afraid either?"
"Because I am sure that there are no Qin soldiers. Hills stretched her back. "Although the broadcasting system isn't as good as it used to be, it's not as easy as it used to be. "Hill" Hill, Hill, and of "Hill of them".
"Hill" Hill. "Wind", "Qin soldiers" were, and of them. The goal is to gather all of us together so that we can kill them all in one go? "
Hill's body language was rich. Su Bai knew that it was a sign of nervousness. No matter how calm Hill sounded, he was still afraid in his heart.
Also, no one would laugh at the four bigwigs for suddenly stopping in their tracks. This was because the high-level audience around them were like onlookers, while these four bigwigs were the real bomb disposal experts. The danger they faced and the possibility of a storm were much higher than the others around them.
Zhan Ge's voice seemed to have weakened. The originally valiant and high-spirited feeling gradually quietened down, slowly turning into a long drawl.
Chen Ru was the first big shot to escape from the atmosphere of fear and hesitation. Even though this woman's state of mind had some problems because of her wealth, it was undeniable that she was still her original self.
She grabbed a part of the green train with her palm,
Then …
"Boom!"
A loud sound was heard,
Chen Ru directly lifted half of the train's cover.
This train, which originally symbolized a supreme mission, was now like a piece of junk thrown into an abandoned car disposal plant. It was like a phoenix that had shed its feathers and was inferior to a chicken.
When the train's cover was torn open, the interior was revealed. The seats inside were still the same, as if no amount of impact could change the furnishings inside. Moreover, there were nine people sitting in the seats.
These nine people continued to sit in the seats as if nothing had happened. They all had their eyes closed, and there was an inexplicable energy fluctuation on their bodies.
The audience was very familiar with these nine people because they were the big shots who had gone to that world in the previous batch. Before this, they were actually people who were equivalent to a higher level than them, so they naturally knew them.
Chen Ru did not take any further action. Her gaze wandered around, and she did not attempt to wake up the big shots who were sitting in the chairs as if they had already fallen asleep.
Nine talismans flew out from Xu Yunfei's body. The talismans were flashing with gray runes, as if they were performing some kind of deduction. Soon, the nine talismans all turned into a blood-red color and burned.
"It's all over."
Xu Yunfei said to the three people beside him.
At their level, they were no longer like ordinary people or low-level audience members. Death might not be the end. This was because their life levels were sufficiently high. Coupled with some special enhancements, they often had many means to preserve their lives.
Therefore, even if one saw the corpse of a high-level audience member or a big shot, one could not determine that they were dead. They did not lack any means to extend their lives through possession, astral projection, or other life-saving means.
However, the phrase 'it's all over' meant that the nine audience members who were still sitting in the chairs had really died.
The broadcast wanted to call them back. This was because the broadcast cherished the power they had now and did not dare to be as extravagant and wasteful as before. However, it was a pity that the broadcast did not succeed. The Qin army was much stronger and crazier than they had expected.
Their actions and aggressive stance made it clear that they weren't just going to defend to the death or give up on themselves to fight back. They called this a war, a war where both sides were on equal footing. That was why there was such an orderly plan, and why there was such a gradual and careful approach. That was why there was even a plan to summon the surviving listeners back through the broadcast.
Seeing the nine dead bigwigs in the audience, the audience seemed to have fallen into a state of "silence". Not long ago, these people who had limitless glory had now become cold corpses. They didn't even have the chance to return as deserters.
The fox grieves when the rabbit dies, and the teeth are cold when the lips die. Such idioms could no longer describe the feelings of the audience members.
The broadcast's plan to destroy the audience members had been stopped. However, it only delayed the audience's nightmare for a while.
"Do you know that American?" Sills was still joking. He gestured for Su Bai to look at the mountain peak on the right.
"His name is Sauron. I think he's an American," Su Bai said with some impression. "I beat him up in Shijiazhuang."
"Hmm, no wonder he looked at you with a complicated mixture of love and hate." Sills stretched out his hand and set up a simple formation to sense the aura. Although Chen Ru was present and the others' formations were useless, they had nothing to do at the moment.
"Did you sense anything?" Su Bai knew that Sills was looking for the source of the song. The song was so real that it was not a manifestation of a spiritual imprint.
"It's in there. That guy didn't hide his aura," Sills replied.
"Come out."
Yan Huihong said to the wreckage.
"Didn't you come back because you wanted to see us?"
A bloodstained hand reached out from the train. Then, a person slowly crawled out from a crack in one of the carriages.
This person was missing a leg, an arm, and even half of his head seemed to have been chopped off. It was already a miracle that he was still alive. Moreover, it could be seen that his soul had also suffered a very serious injury.
Both his body and soul were severely injured and on the verge of collapse. He was on the verge of death. No matter how many treasures he had, he could at most prolong his life for a while.
He was wearing a Qin military armor that was badly damaged. However, he was walking. No, to be exact, he was crawling, or … squirming.
He held a black flag between his neck and hand. The "Qin" character on the flag was so glaring to the other listeners, as if it was a symbol that hastened their deaths.
He was the one who sang the song. He was like a heavily injured veteran leaning against a pile of corpses after a war. There was a touch of desolation and solemnity in his voice.
"Cough … cough …" He coughed heavily. "Er, I won't live for long. I can't pick up a knife anymore."
He raised his head and looked around while supporting the flag. The scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. No one was in a hurry to make a move. Even though he was no longer a threat, there was no need for the big shots to make a move. Any high-level audience member could kill him.
"I can't pick up a knife anymore. I'm a cripple, so I came to take a look … They're all envious of me because I went home.
I'm a cripple, so I came back to tell you,
I'm over there, waiting for you,
How many of you come,
I'll kill as many as I can,
The blood of the old Qin people,
Will never stop flowing! "
Finally, he let out a final roar.
At the same time, the corpses of the nine big shots on the train began to blacken and rot.
He pointed at the corpses of the big shots on the train excitedly.
"They … are what will happen to you in the future!
Ancestral Dragon, Xianyang East Gate Guard Sergeant Zhou Daniu, is here to find you! "
"Boom!"
The Qin soldiers' bodies exploded.
Only the flag remained.
It still stood there.
The audience members had solemn expressions.
At this moment, they seemed to understand.
What kind of enemy would they face in the future?
